I lick my finger
And put it in the air
Just to have a suss of where
The wind blows
And the wind blows
North
Up north they've got reindeers and elves
And their sleighs are made of titanium
And now the left side of my finger's getting dry
I think the wind's changing direction
In the west they've got Mustangs and Corvettes
And all kinds of world cuisine
But now the right side of my finger's getting dry
I-i
I-i
In the east they have wonderful things
Like sushi and communism
But now the pad of my finger's getting dry
There's no more wind left in the sky